THE LANGUAGE OF MYSTERY

they are suspended between air and soul like a moon rising over sleeping seas. And something starts to slowly awaken... something without a name, something that knows no boundaries, because there are emotions that are not born on the skin, but much earlier: in that secret corner where the heart keeps what he never dares to confess. What a strange intensity dwells in the unsaid. A look can ignite the silence, a pause can tremble for eternity, and a single presence can change the course of every winter. Because not all passion makes noise; there are fires burning quietly, slow consuming invisible fires and they leave the soul looking toward the same horizon. Perhaps the real mystery is that: feel that someone inhabits your thoughts without touching your hand, without uttering your name, without even opening the door to your days... and still feel it so close as if you were born within your own destiny. Because there are feelings so deep that words scarce them; and that is when the soul writes in silence what the heart never fails to speak. Luz De Luna 🌹 C.D.R. Mexico 21/05/2026 D.R.A.